“If you’ll recall,” Watts said, “the possibility of whipping is mentioned in your contract.”
“But you wouldn’t,” Paul said.
“For the slightest infraction of the rules your wife will be brought here, stripped, secured to that pole and whipped. What’s more, you will bring her here to be punished. Both of you should keep that in mind. Do what you’re told. Don’t object or complain.”
He nodded at Rona who touched the button again. The small stage slid back as the concealing wall closed. Watts took from a drawer in his desk two boxes. He opened the first and laid out on the desk a pair of identical cell phones and a pair of iPhones and a single small black box. Waving a hand at Ann, he said, “Stand up. You can put your raincoat on.” Quickly she stood and buttoned the coat and pulled the belt
